You know what? I’ve given up. Really. I’m done with being nice when soccer bitches in their gas-guzzling SUVs cut me off because they’re simultaneously applying lip gloss, talking on the cell phone, and trying to get little Johnny to stop pouring apple-cinnimon Cheerios down his Underoos. I had this realization when I was driving in Mason City last night. These people could give less than a fuck about what they’re doing out there on the road, so I’m going to give them what-for from now on. My horn is going to get used, my finger will fly, and they’ll likely get a stream of advice eminating from my open window if it’s nice enough out.
Why do I bother? Because these people are endangering not only themselves by being complete idiots but everyone else on the road. I think I deserve the kind courtesy of NOT GETTING KILLED. You want to act like a dumbass and drive stupid? Go ahead but do it out in a field where you can safely hit a tree and put me out of your misery.
“But that’s not nice!” No. What isn’t nice is driving like you own the entire road and can do whatever you want with it. I’m just doing my part to alert these people to the fact that if I had a baseball bat and it wasn’t illegal, I’d pound into them good driving skills.
I’m a nice guy, really. But I don’t deserve to be treated on the road like someone standing in the cocktail line at a party whilst you burst through the crowd to get to the other side, sending drinks flying. Show some respect on the road, people. Use your indicator….BEFORE you get to the damned turn! And EVERY time you change a lane! And look! There just might *gasp* be someone beside you! Who woulda thunkit?
Basic stuff, folks. Treat others like you want them to live and we’ll all have nicer roads to drive on.
